Improbably, it didn't rain our entire time in Ireland. In fact, most days it was downright sunny, which didn't make it easy to leave.
There's nothing like that ol' Bagatelle tune Summer in Dublin to make you long for the streets of Dublin and I swear to God as I was walking along Lower Baggot Street earlier this week two guys (not buskers) were singing it as they sauntered along together—not just a line or two, I mean entire verses. Ack! Talk about piling on the nostalgia.
So I guess it's pretty obvious, I'm still not over Dublin. Maybe that's never actually going to happen.
There's nothing like that ol' Bagatelle tune Summer in Dublin to make you long for the streets of Dublin and I swear to God as I was walking along Lower Baggot Street earlier this week two guys (not buskers) were singing it as they sauntered along together—not just a line or two, I mean entire verses. Ack! Talk about piling on the nostalgia.
So I guess it's pretty obvious, I'm still not over Dublin. Maybe that's never actually going to happen.
